935. Chapter 935 Love Thoroughly, Hurt Thoroughly【39】

pity?

How could he be sympathetic? After so many years, he could almost be said to have watched her grow up and transform little by little. There was no doubt about his feelings. If not for her sudden confession, he thought, they would still be the same as before. get along harmoniously.

She was making trouble and he was laughing.

No matter how coquettish she was, he doted on her.

"It's not sympathy." He hugged her tightly, his eyes touched the scars on her shoulders, and his heart tightened. He gathered his clothes to cover her, and looked away, not daring to look at them again.

He was afraid that if he looked at it one more time, he would feel more regretful and self-blame.

Obviously, his move of looking away caused her to misunderstand. Wu Xuewei slowly closed her eyes, tears rolling down silently. What else could it be if it wasn't sympathy?

Do you think she's pitiful?

She also knew that she was so abused by the pervert, looked at and touched her, but did not take the last step. Even she felt dirty, so how could she expect others to take another look at her?

There was silence all the way, both of them having different thoughts.

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"The patient had multiple signs of beatings, bruises, bleeding, ankle and back abrasions, and soft tissue contusions on the buttocks. After timely treatment, the injuries were not serious. However, we recommend that the patient find a psychiatrist for a psychological test." After examination and treatment, the middle-aged female doctor took the medical record and reported the injury to Feng Churui while flipping through it. Finally, she made a suggestion.

"Psychiatrist?" Feng Churui frowned slightly, looking through the small glass window on the ward door, and saw Wu Xuewei looking at the ceiling with her eyes open, her expression dull.

The female doctor nodded: "That's right. From the inspection to the treatment of the wound, the patient didn't say a word. I wonder if there is a shadow in his heart, so he subconsciously rejects external things. To be on the safe side, find a psychiatrist. It’s safer to test it.”

Thinking about it, no matter what happens tonight to any girl, no one can bear it. The wounds on the body can be easily healed, but the shadow on the heart may stay with her for a lifetime.

Feng Churui thanked him, watched the doctor go, and then asked Secretary Wu to find a psychiatrist.

Pushing open the ward door, he walked to the bed and sat down, holding her cold hand, "Xuewei, are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat? I'll buy it for you, okay?"

Wu Xuewei didn't speak, as if she hadn't heard.

He didn't force her, and held her hand quietly. He actually had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it.

He wanted to tell her that she didn't have to be afraid, that he wouldn't let something like this happen to her again. He wanted her to stop being silent, even if it was just to simply say that she didn't want to eat anything, it would be better for her to remain silent and let him Fearing for no reason, he wanted to tell her that it was his fault for not sending bodyguards in time to protect her daily travels even though he knew the suspect was lurking at large...

There were so many things she wanted to say, but her eyes were touching her dull eyes, and something seemed to be blocked in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

When Secretary Wu came in with the psychiatrist, he saw this scene. Miss Xuewei was looking at the ceiling. The mayor held her hand and stared at her deeply. No one spoke, and a faint sadness lingered. Surrounded by the two of them, people couldn't bear to disturb them.

"Mayor, the doctor is here." Secretary Wu reminded in a low voice.

"Doctor, please check her out."

"Mayor, you're welcome. This is my duty." The psychiatrist is a very friendly middle-aged woman with a warm and contagious smile.